PUMPKINS PIE
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[In Spain, when we “give pumpkins” to someone (literal translation) we are rejecting someone. So keep it in mind every time I talk about pumpkins. Also, we say “to have eggs” meaning “to have balls”. Lot of food idiomatic vocabulary today!]
My friend Marianne says that she is a pumpkin expert. I use to imagine her getting old with a foulard on the hair fruit growing, so I can imagine her as a pumpkin expert.
Today I had homemade pumpkin pie (thanks to Mauricio, a friend who has given one of his own pumpkins to my grandma). While I was eating, I thought of my dear Marianne, that she always says that she has received a lot of pumpkins on her life, but not orange or sweet.
The other day I talked about Anne´s eggs/balls, Marianne also has a good pair of eggs/balls. Since she was a young lady she has been putting eggs and receiving pumpkins.
When she was a teenager, Marianne wrote a letter with a pair of eggs –we can imagine the kind of letter wrote by a brave overhormoned teenager. The adressee was a guy from the camp that unfortunately has put all his eggs on another girl basket. Who was it? Surprise, surprise, it was Bonnie´s basket, a good friend of Julia and…Marianne. (and mine, by the way).
Bonnie likes Porter, Porter likes Bonnie. Bonnie and Porter are together. Everything ok, except ¿why did nobody tell Marianne about Porter and Bonnie?
Nobody did. The letter, sent. Porter read it. Porter´s friends read it. Bonnie read it. Even Julia read it. (Marianne did already read it, as she wrote it). Marianne finally realized what it has being cooked on the camp. Shame and pumpkins.
Since then, pumpkins has been present on Marianne´s life, some bigger than others; but luckily she always end completely recovered.
Last week, I talked to Marianne –she´s not leaving in Madrid anymore (not because of the pumpkins, of course!)- she had the last of her pumpkins pie baking on her oven. She met a guy: handsome, nice, with agrarian hobbies. She told me that something was already grown between them but lately she has noticed that he was looking for space. Marianne saw the pumpkins coming.
The guy was running away little by little. He didn´t gave her real pumpkins but the result was the same: she felt rejected and the process was longer than other times because it took time to understand what he was feeling (while he chose to run away and no to be honest).
Marianne, pumpkin, you would find a good fruit, i´m sure of it (as i´m sure that we will have news about…let´s call him…Mr. Orange.)
By the way....sorry Mr English (again and every day) and about the picture, it´s a design of Sixcerezas: http://sixcerezas.blogspot.com/2009/04/huerta-movil.html
encantada de prestartelo!!
gracias por la visita!!